ebookland Chapter 216 Seeing Through
Chapter 216 Seeing Through
This is good stuff.
However, it must be very difficult to put this thing into the other person's mouth, right?
Yun Fuzhao stared at the small blood bead in his hand, pondering how to make better use of it.
Time passed slowly, and soon it was completely dark outside.
Footsteps sounded outside. Yun Fuzhao was on high alert, gripping Wuji tightly in her hand.
"Yun Fuzhao, the blood moon has appeared."
Upon hearing his voice, Yun Fuzhao opened the door. A crimson full moon hung in the night sky, eerie and mysterious.
The reddish moonlight fell upon her, and Yun Fuzhao felt a sudden chill. She felt a little frightened.
She looked at Que Chi; his face was even paler than during the day, and his lips were bloodless.
"are you OK?"
Que Chi nodded. "I'm fine. He's in the council hall right now."
Yun Fuzhao nodded, then suddenly asked, "Does he still sit on the throne on a day like this?"
“Sitting there makes him feel at ease; only by sitting on the throne can he firmly grasp power.”
"So that's it."
Que Chi nodded. "The ghosts guarding the outside have all been dealt with; only he remains."
"They acted so quickly."
Que Chi chuckled, "After all, there's a tough battle to fight, and you shouldn't waste your energy on other things."
Yun Fuzhao said nothing more and carefully walked towards the main hall with his sword.
As they approached the main hall, Yun Fuzhao took out the Yin-Yang chessboard, moved the pieces, and an invisible array enveloped the outside of the hall.
Que Chi: "What kind of formation is this?"
Yun Fuzhao calmly said, "A protective array. To prevent other ghosts from hearing the noise and coming to his aid."
"You are thoughtful."
Yun Fuzhao raised his eyebrows smugly, "This is a matter of life and death, so we must be careful."
The two of them tiptoed and slowly approached the main hall.
The main hall was deathly silent.
There was no one outside, and there was no sound from inside.
With the main hall doors closed, Yun Fuzhao had no idea what was happening inside.
"He was probably taking a nap with his eyes closed."
Yun Fuzhao's palms were sweaty. She glanced at Que Chi, then carefully pushed open the door.
"squeak--"
The heavy door made a dull thud, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet night.
"Who?"
Yun Fuzhao closed his eyes and made a bold decision to rush in. The lights in the main hall were not bright, with only antique oil lamps lit on both sides.
She met the gaze of the man sitting on the throne.
When Yun Fuzhao saw his face, his heart pounded wildly.
This face bears an almost uncanny resemblance to Que Chi's. It's impossible to tell them apart without close inspection.
However, the two have completely different temperaments.
The person on the throne, even when expressionless, had a slight upturn at the corners of his lips, making him appear more approachable than Que Chi.
Moreover, his face was not very pale, unlike what Que Chi said, which suggested that he was more affected by the blood moon.
"doing what?"
The man on the throne looked at her lazily, as if he hadn't seen through her disguise.
Yun Fuzhao stepped forward. "Your Majesty, I have something to show you."
"Oh? What?"
Que Yu sat up and beckoned to her, "Bring it here so I can take a look."
Did you really believe that so easily? There's a feeling something's fishy going on.
But with the arrow already on the bowstring, Yun Fuzhao had no choice but to press on.
A voice suddenly echoed in her mind; it was the man beside her saying: "Just pierce his heart with Wuji, and you'll die instantly."
Yun Fuzhao nodded.
Without further hesitation, she stomped her foot on the ground, swift as an arrow, the sharp tip of her sword aimed directly at the man's heart on the throne.
Que Yu's lips curled up. Very good.
The man on the throne remained motionless, a smile playing on his lips, seemingly unconcerned by her attack.
Just as the sword tip was a foot away from his heart, Wuji suddenly changed direction and charged straight at Que Chi, who was standing behind him.
Que Yu's expression changed drastically. After all, he was at the Nascent Soul stage. He immediately activated his ghost energy and narrowly dodged the attack.
"what do you mean?"
Yun Fuzhao grabbed the hand of the man sitting on the throne, stared at him intently, and shouted, "Que Chi!"
……
Que Chi walked on the vast white snowfield. The heavy snow obscured his vision. He was like a soulless machine, repeatedly walking forward.
He didn't know where he was or what year it was; he only knew that he had to keep moving forward, and keep moving forward.
Gradually, the snow lessened.
Que Chi stared blankly ahead.
There was a small brown deer there, its head down, sniffing the snow as if searching for food.
Que Chi's heart softened, and he was about to step closer to the fawn.
A cold voice fell into his ear, "Kill it, kill it and you will be the Ghost King."
Que Chi's body began to tremble uncontrollably; the chill from walking in the snow for so long now seeped into his bones.
He was so cold he could barely stand.
The voice continued, "Kill it. Que Chi, kill it. You must do this if you want to become the Ghost King."
Que Chi's vision went completely white, and he became so dizzy that when he regained his senses, he found himself holding a blood-stained knife.
The beautiful deer lay in a pool of blood, its clear, clean eyes staring intently at him.
"Clang-"
The knife slipped from his hand.
Que Chi fell to the ground in the snow.
The sharp scream that came from beside him almost pierced his eardrums.
He covered his ears in agony, feeling as if he were dying.
“Quechi”.
"Que Chi!"
This sound struck straight to the soul. Que Chi lowered his hand and saw that familiar face in the blood mist.
Yun Fuzhao...
Her features gradually became clearer, and Que Chi fully regained consciousness.
His face underwent a subtle change; the beauty mark at the corner of his eye disappeared. Several bright red scars appeared on his fair cheeks.
He couldn't sit still when things changed and fell off his throne.
Yun Fuzhao immediately reached out to support him.
Due to the severity of his injuries and the added effect of the Blood Moon, Que Chi was so weak that he could faint at any moment.
“Yun Fuzhao…”
He stared at her blankly.
"it's me."
Yun Fuzhao breathed a sigh of relief. Her back was soaked with sweat. Thank goodness, she had made the right bet.
Que Yu's face turned cold, tearing away her pretense.
He raised his hand, and Wuji, who was attacking him, was struck by the ghost and violently pierced into the wall beside him.
Que Yu asked curiously, "When did you find out?"
Yun Fuzhao felt a chill run down her spine. Que Yu was too overpowered; the developers should nerf him quickly.
Her face was tense, and before she could speak, Que Yu said first: "Yesterday? After you tasted my blood."
Que Yu smiled inexplicably, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions in her eyes.
No wonder he suddenly acted so intimately. He should have realized it sooner; Yun Fuzhao would never do such a thing.
It's his fault; he was careless for a moment.
"In that case, I won't hold back."